"Verona," she whispered, "are you asleep?"
"No—I wish to goodness I was."
"You know our secret."
"I'm not so sure that I do!"
"But you see what we are. Jimmy adores me, and I adore him."
"If so, why does he not come here and adore you in broad daylight?"
"Because of people's tongues—think of the spite of the Trotters and Watkins, and Blanche's chum, Mrs. Wandle. Verona, dear," and she fell on her knees beside the bed, "will you promise to say nothing of what you saw? Promise, and I will do anything—anything."
"I will promise, if you will listen to what I have to say first."
Dominga, with an impatient "Ch-a-ah!" sat suddenly down on the floor.
"I have seen Captain Fielder's father. He is a curious old man—very proud, and very hard—and enormously rich."